By

Mary Aris

Love is the offspring of desire,Bred of pure affection and true passion.It is the soul's exquisite fire...Love shall never quite go out of fashion.

Love is the sacred blood of matrimony.It flows constantly within its' veins.Like an everlasting sea.Love is enduring to the end, taking great painsyet with patience, it is forgiving;

Love is a precious roseWhich blossoms slowlyinto one beauteous flowerAnd spreads its fragrance to enchant the noseWith its' alluring scentand its mystique power.Love is born of that maternal seedWhich transforms instantaneouslyInto a beautiful flower of selfless deedsOf kindness and wonder.

Mary Aris© 1999--2010